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letra de been - rick ross

[intro:]
hey dre i see you n-gga, hey tell them n-ggas this is out man. tell them how it’s never with no (?) we’re still standing man, know what i’m saying?

[bridge:]
h-ll naw, they don’t want it with us
h-ll naw, they don’t want it with the squad
h-ll naw, they don’t want it with the boy
h-ll naw, they to go to war!

[verse 1:]
they like – i can’t believe you f-ck with dre but
i heard some sh-t about him, jiggolo he gonna rape ya
and they don’t even know the half
a 100% of (?) i look at ’em and laugh
and we deceased, that’s the word on the street
and please quit (?) the crown (?) cheap
and what about me man? they in my motherf-ckin’ business
but suave house started it, you know we gonna finish
that’s the situation brah, benefits and incentives
that means i’m countin’ stacks while you n-ggas gettin’ (?)
get your motherf-ckin’ mind right, be about your business
jiggolo here for the limelight, the flow is so relentless
the beat’s nasty, somebody call the censors
put it in your deck and they gonna beat them 12 senseless
i driveby on the beat without a witness
that’s 16 shots without a single apprehension

[hook:]
we been trill, been real, been stuntin’
been pimpin’, done, done it, still on that sh-t
we been ridin’ big cars, big rims
thick broads, low (?), cause they on my d-ck

[verse 2:]
so we was gone for a minute, observe and yea we back
dre said get that -ss, no pity, don’t cut ’em slack
you, you lukewarm, i’m fire, i’m really that
i’m so much flyer, force 1’s and fitted cap
man up, that’s the squad, we hotter than plenty cats
but, players like p-ssies get clapped up like pity-pats
man, i’m in the hood, but naw, i ain’t in the trap
you guessed it, i’m with your b-tch, she lives up in my lap
naw, i let the speakerbox jam
she loves b-e-p, so where i am?
then i hop in the chevy and get ghost
we been ridin’ 24’s, so your (?)
yea, 26’s to be exact
got the top down, t-tties out, 12’s in the back
and i’m done hot, spit it while i jig on the track
i can show them cool, this is where it’s at

[hook:]

[verse 3:]
man, they see my crockpot i’m in the kitchen
i mean that literal, cook it up like emeril
hip-hop general, get off my genitals
10 to your b-tch because she love to get physical
reach pinnacle, she swallow all the minerals
does her body good, she love milk, and it’s identical
subliminal, shots flow criminal
if i call you out leave your career condition critical
have you feelin’ pitiful
i represent the south where we so hospitable
but n-ggas quick to spit a few
shots, and they clinical
they don’t give a f-ck man, don’t make them n-ggas get at you
you gonna need a miracle
just so you can see it through
say i ain’t the sh-t, n-gga must be sniffin’ chemicals
tell you what the (?)’ll do
take over the industry, got these n-ggas into me
that’s why (?) middle finger to the enemy

[hook:]

- rick ross

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